Magic Carpet Ride

I like to dream, yes, yes, right between my sound machine,

On a cloud of sound I drift in the night,

Any place it goes is right,

Goes far, flies near to the stars away from here.

Close your eyes, girl,

Look inside, girl,

Let the sound take you away.

Last night I held Aladdin's lamp

And so I wished that I could stay,

Before the thing could answer me,

Well, someone came and took the lamp away,

I looked around, a lousy candle's all I found.